They first
first me and threw my rags into the river; then washed
me clean.
I had
had in that situation but a few minutes before all the
Squaws in.
I was
was surrounded by them, and they immediately set up a most
dismal howling.
Their
Their flowed freely, and they exhibited all the signs of
real mourning.
At the
the of this scene, one of their number began, in a
voice somewhat.
He
He dead he has gone; he will
never return.
Friendless he
he on the field of the slain, where his bones are
yet lying.
He fell
fell his prime, when his arm was most needed to keep
us from.
and
and us in sorrow, his loss to bewail: Oh where is
his spirit.
His spirit
spirit naked, and hungry it wanders, and thirsty and wounded it
groans to.
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